A weird thing happened this morning. I was sleeping when I heard someone banging loudly on my front door. I looked at my clock and it was 7:30 am so I figured it was probably someone trying to sell me something. I turned around and went back to sleep. I heard the banging again so I decided to go see what was going on. I looked through the peephole and didn’t see anyone. Then I hear the person banging on my kitchen door. I start walking to the kitchen and they’re back at the front door, this time they’re turning the doorknob and pushing in.

I look through the door window and there’s a cop standing there, looking very serious. I open the door and he asks if everything’s okay and comes in without asking.

He said they got a 911 call from my house and were checking in to see what was going on. He asked me if I was alone, I said yes but he didn’t really believe me and asked if he could check the rest of the house. I guess they probably get calls from women who later regret it and try to hide their abusive boyfriends/husbands.

He checked out the house and asked me if my phone number ended in 8213. It didn’t. For some reason the phone company has my address down for that number. Very weird… The cop then got more relaxed and started complimenting my house, asking how much my rent was and saying I had done a good job with the decoration.

That was probably the strangest part, making small talk with a cop at 7:30 am on a Saturday, wearing a very old t-shirt, full of holes, and my equally old flannel pajama bottom with my hair standing up in every direction.

Stumble it!